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Beth Raines has marched to the beat of someone else's drum since graduating from college.  She is a very successful business woman with a dream of running her own business on a remote island.  She buys the island and begins turning it into a resort with plenty of room in the hotel to act out every single fantasy known to man ... or woman.

Ryne Foster is the handsome guy from the office that is more than ready, willing, and able to give her a hand both in and out of the bedroom. 

Beth gives up everything in her life to live out her dreams on Pleasure Island.

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Ryne pulled his belt from the loops on his pants as he rounded the corner.  Tonight was his brother’s bachelor party.  His brother’s last night to be single and Ryne intended to make it a memorable evening.  He loosened his tie, pulled it over his head, and began unbuttoning his shirt.  Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks.  He couldn’t believe his eyes.  A naked woman stood before the full-length mirror in the men’s locker room.   Turning around, he opened the door again and checked the sign.  He definitely hadn’t read it wrong.  Men’s Locker Room in big bold black lettering stared back at him.  Striding back down the hall, he leaned against the wall just out of her sight, diligently watching her.  Holy shit, she is built like a brick shithouse. He studied the way she applied color to just the right places on her face.  She looks like that stuck-up chick from the HR department. I wonder if she knows she’s in the wrong room.  As tempting as it was to continue to watch her, he didn’t have time to mess around as the party started at seven and he had to get ready or he would be late.

“Well, Well, Well, what do we have here?”  He questioned, watching her stiffen at the sound of his deep voice.

Beth jumped; grabbing the towel from the floor, she covered her exposed breasts.  She focused her eyes on the corner of the mirror to see the image of a man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him.  His blond hair was tousled, the baby blue shirt he had on unbuttoned to his waist, his piercing, dark, chestnut brown eyes staring at her.

She stood up and wrapped the towel around her, shielding her body from his prying eyes.  “Excuse me sir, but what are you doing in the women’s locker room?” she asked as she tucked the towel under her arm.  “You must be lost as the last time I checked the men’s locker room was down the hall.  I won’t mention this to anyone so that you don’t get in trouble, but you need to leave right now or I’m going to call security.”

She watched him and he didn’t seem to budge from the wall as he replied, “Seems you’re the one who’s in the wrong place.  This is the men’s, and that hasn’t changed in the last, oh, ten years that I’ve been working here.”

Beth glanced nervously around the room for any indication that he was wrong.  Just out of her view, to the left was a row of shiny white urinals.  Now completely embarrassed by the situation she quickened her pace to the bench.  Picking up her bag and her clothes, “I must have been in such a hurry that I didn’t notice the sign on the door.  No harm done.  I’ll just walk on down to the women’s and finish dressing.”

“No, you don’t have to go.  You definitely have nothing that I haven’t seen before.  Go ahead and finish getting dressed.  I’m going to shower and change for a party.  Be out of here in about twenty minutes.  Just ignore me and no one has to be the wiser.” Ryne explained.

“I don’t want someone else to walk in and catch the two of us in here.  Can you imagine the kind of trouble we could both get into?  Are you sure?”  Beth waited for his response before setting the bag back on the bench.  Whew, I really need to pay more attention to what I am doing.   She couldn’t believe she didn’t notice the distinction and that it wasn’t the women’s locker room.

“I don’t foresee it being a problem.  No one has to find out about it.”  Ryne said.

She watched him as he walked around to the other side of the wall.  Out of sight of his piercing brown eyes, Beth put on her panties, hoping he hadn’t seen too much.  She was curious as to who he was and where he came from.  “You know,” she spoke loudly in hopes that he would hear, “We haven’t been formally introduced and if we are going to share this big bathroom together, then I suppose this is the perfect time for introductions.  My name is Elizabeth Raines.  My friends call me Beth.  I’ve been working for Kerrington for about five years.  Funny thing, I’ve never seen you in the building before,” she said as she fixed the straps of her bra and snapped it securely in the front.  She found her makeup bag, walked back to the mirror, and plopped down in front of it.  In her haste to get out of the room, she had forgotten to apply her lipstick.  She picked the perfect shade of red, and smoothed it on, being careful not to get it outside the lines of her lips.  Satisfied with her reflection she stood up and bent over at the waist, crimping her hair in her hands to give it a fuller effect.

“Nice to meet you!  I’m Ryne Foster, my friends call me Ryne,” he said. “I actually work on the third floor in the Information Technology Branch.  I think I’ve seen you around a few times.  You just always seem like you’re in a hurry to get somewhere.  You’re always reading the paperwork you’re carrying at the time.  I just never wanted to interrupt you to introduce myself.”

Beth caught his reflection in the mirror as he walked out from behind the lockers and leaned against the wall.  She tossed her hair over the top of her head and ran her fingers through to the ends, fluffing and spritzing it with hairspray.  She caught his gaze as it drifted the full length of her body, watching him cover the front part of his towel like he was trying to hide something.  Did he just get a woody watching me bend over?  Beth cracked a smile.  Too bad I don’t have time to tease him right now.  I sure bet we could fog up this mirror.

Ryne said, “You know, you have a very nice body.  Surely, you’re in a rush to finish and meet up with your man.  I’ll leave you to it and get in the shower.”

“Nope.  Actually, I’m just going to meet some girlfriends for a night of fun.  We’ll probably end up doing a bit of club hopping and dancing later on tonight.”  She turned to face him in her emerald green bra and matching thong.  Her hands poised on her hips in defense.  “Just because I work hard to keep my body in shape and take care of myself, doesn’t mean that I’m attached to anyone.  I actually prefer being single and don’t think I’ll ever get married.  Just don’t have the time for it.  I have big dreams that are keeping me from settling down and planning a family.”

She moved to the locker as she glanced over at him, this time letting her gaze run from the top of his head to his bare feet, her senses taking in every bare inch.  His shoulders - broad.  His body - tanned.  He probably worked out and spent time in the outdoors.  Well look at that.   Smiling to herself, she hadn’t really paid attention before but she could see that he was in excellent condition.  Very nice six pack abs.  Looks rock hard.  Wonder if he has anything else that looks good rock hard.

He asked, “Dreams of doing what if I might ask?”

As she reached for her clothes, she thought for a moment, wondering just how much information she needed to give this stranger.  “Well,” she started, “I just don’t think that I want to spend the rest of my life working for someone else.  I want to be my own boss.  I want a job that I enjoy doing instead of the daily nine to five.  I hate lining someone else’s pockets with my hard-earned money.  Plus I was definitely thinking about doing it all on a remote island somewhere.  The kind of job that includes self-satisfaction, the sun, and beach sounds perfect.”  Beth reached for her evening attire.  She had riffled through her closet this morning and pulled out the sexy little jade dress.  The cotton-lycra combination of the material hugged her body and she liked the way it showed off her curves.  The v-neckline complimented her oval face and strong shoulders and definitely made her feel sexy.  She slipped on the dress and she sat down on the bench.  She’d brought the matching stilettos that made her five foot seven inch frame seem closer to six feet tall.  She turned back to Ryne, “Look I don’t have time for this.  I have to go so that I’m not late.  Again.”  She stood up, facing him.  She threw the rest of her things back into her tattered gym bag, slung it over her shoulder, and picked up her purse.  “It was nice to meet you.  Next time you see me, don’t be afraid to get my attention and interrupt whatever I’m doing.  Got to run.”  She found her car keys and headed for the door.  “Bye.”